To paint the security grid, and the frame. This sucker is a steel grid about the size of a pencil in a moorish wave pattern, overlaid on screen, and two glass panels. We discovered the installers installed the door upside down. That’s one. Two—I got a finger in the way of a 2×4 we used to prop the door on atop sawhorses, and my right middle finger is black and swollen. Three, I sprain’t my sore left arm trying to heave the thing onto the sawhorses, and Four, the dastards that put this thing in also lost the tabs on the pins that should let you control the height of the storm glass. Which, of course, being upside down, is kinda difficult anyway. We aren’t sure we can restore functionality to the sliding panes, but it will look better with new screen, with the panes washed, and with the thing painted dark bronze instead of white—we’re painting the inner door red. So somebody needs to run the screen part to Ace to get the thing replaced with new screen—the screen is pretty tired and has a rip in one spot. And then we’ll have to reassemble this 50 lb jigsaw puzzle.
For our next act—we are taking apart a steel-gridded storm door…
by CJ | Aug 22, 2011 | Journal | 18 comments
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This is something Bren usually leaves to his household servants.
Honestly, you’re as bad as my dad. He couldn’t do anything without banging up his hands somehow. He was always barking a knuckle or mashing a finger or getting a cut or scratch somewhere.
NosenDove is right…you need Staff! It sounds as though WOL’s dad did too.
oh OW! sounds like a job too far …
joining the chorus of OWs is my old dog Sal (and me) … he is rising 16, always walks an hour a day with me – he had some kind of pain/fear panic attack on Sunday, we have no idea what set him off – ran round in a circle yelping, then ran off yelping at speed – I couldn’t keep up – ran/walked after him about 2 1/2 miles .. some kind people picked him up AFTER he had crossed the main road, he was unable to walk, he had lacerated his pads and broken his claws and was flat out unable to get the strength to stand. he’s on antibiotics, but the painkillers are a no-no as the vet found raised this that and the other levels in his blood yesterday. still, he seems in no more pain without … I have to lift him out onto the lawn for the necessaries – 18 kilo of dog … so I am developing a sore back as well as the stiff muscles from running. he’s quite cheerful, thank goodness, although he groans when picked up … I think this is just moral protest, as he’s not that sort of dog ..
Poor baby! Try ice on his sorest spots. Reduces swelling. Wherever your hand feels heat, apply 20 min of ice, then let it rest.
sounds like *someone* is well versed in basic protocols.. lot of first-hand experience in getting banged up…? my body, like my car… has taught me a great deal about the mechanics of things, and both usually cause me to say ouch!
🙂
Vitamin C and fish oil tabs are do a good job of reducing inflammation in dogs and are better tolerated than icing. Dose depends on weight….ask your vet.
I can’t use oil, he gets pancreatitis at the least suggestion of grease, a good suggestion today is arnica – for both of us!
Any chance the poor thing accidentally got a wasp or bee sting? The paper wasps (tiny little nests, none bigger than a golf ball) under our eaves and I have a accommodation; I don’t molest them, and they don’t molest me. They have yet to sting me (touch wood), even when I was scraping paint less than a foot from a nest. If Sal got in one’s way, they might not be so friendly.
that would be the most obvious answer. there’s no evidence though ….
CJ, (and other readers here) totally Off topic, but Cyteen got mentioned (with other great books/authors) in “Baby Got Book”, a parody of “Baby Got Back”, that I find Hilarious.
http://jimhines.livejournal.com/591660.html Forgot to add the link ! 🙁
Love it! lol!
Upside down! (Shakes head) I’d say “amazing” except stuff like that is all too often par for the course!
A friend bought an older house that had two doors something like the ones you describe (I don’t think the glass on hers moves), one at the front and one on the side. She took them both down, removed and cleaned the glass, and spray-painted the grill work black with Rustoleum. Made the doors look brand new and took a couple of years off the house, too.
I hope your project is as successful, and also that your assorted owies get better real soon.
ooh, you are having a tough time!
Well, our kitchen is now a Rubik’s Cube: chairs, door, dining set, to reach the stove slide here, there, etc, to get to dishwasher slide again. What’s killing us is the Rustoleum instructions, quite unpredictable—one color you have to re-coat within 24 hours, or wait a week, and another is repaint as soon as dry but the amount of ‘escaped’ paint is huge on an open ironwork lattice. It’s a zoo, and Jane is reaching the way too much sun and frazzled point, while I play 52 card pickup on the current book.
We’ve got a living room full of cat toys, paint, and used paint cans they say not to throw in the trash.
I’m thinking about putting a sign on the mantel that says “We’re not hoarders. We’re just messy.”
What the devil do you DO with empty paint cans? Modern art, for Pete’s sake?
One wishes one had staff too. One’s two cats are happy they have staff (moi) but probably are irked one is not more often home to serve them. One does what one can. As yet, no staff or ardent associate has appeared at one’s modest estate, alas.
Okay, okay, so one’s modest estate is a home in a subdivision, but one appreciates ownership all the same.
Meanwhile, please take care of yourselves. One also appreciates one’s associates remaining in one piece, as much as is practicable.